denied truths

#7 Think

DOMINIC

I did it.

I killed them.

My father... And my mother.

I buried 5 bullets in each of their soulless bodies.
It's silent, I silented a war. I silented my mothers scream when she saw me shooting her husband.

This is it.

Their blood is on my hands, their life was in my hands and I didn't give them anymore second to live.

All the abuse, all the hatred, all controlling from my parents has ended here, tonight.

I killed them 5 hours ago yet I'm still in this room with them. Realizing how fucked up this is, not just I have killed my father, but I killed a mafia boss.

When the mafia boss gets killed, his men go for the man that did it, but if his son kills him, they don't touch him, they declare him as their new mafia Boss.

I'm. The new mafia boss.

I gasp, loud.
I jolt up. I'm fucking shaking.
I force my lungs to expand but my breaths are coming in shorts gasps, a Deep pain building in my chest, my skin is clamy and I'm sweating. I'm heaving in hard, harsh breaths. My heart is beating out of my chest so fucking hard.
I shift into a seating position and I put my feet on the ground. I prop my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands.
"what the fuck.."
Its been 7 years, 7 fucking years and it's still haunting me, I thought it was over, I thought it was fucking over.
I run my fingers through my hair, closing my eyes.
I killed them, when I was 18.
I grew up in a mafia, I grew in blood spilling tortures ever since I was fucking born, by my father.  My mother too, she wasn't any good either.
Drown me. Burn me. Stab me.  I was a child, getting prepared to lead a fucking mafia.
Iglesias, has went through the same thing, not exactly, his mother cared for him, atleast his mother did. He didn't kill his father, I know Iglesias, he cares for his dad as much as he hates him. He wants him away, but he also wants to make him proud, yet he still hates him. I'm not saying that verrati wont be killed, one more push and Iglesias ends him.
My hands are shaking.
I tilt my wrist to check the time, 6 am.
I sigh, loudly, closing my eyes once again, I'll have to show up at ludovica's company for the project but that's at 8 am, and I can't sleep. So I'll leave otherwise I'll be thinking too much.

And I do no good to myself when I sit and think.

I get up and go to the bathroom, I turn on the freezing cold water in the shower. There's no time.for shivering, I'm used to cold showers. I get out 10 minutes late and I face my reflection. Pale skin. Light eyes. Darker hair. I look like a fucking corpse with blue eyes, god fucking damnit. The Russian fucking genes got me too good.

Ебать.

I get dressed, black outfit. My tatooes revealing on my Neck and my hands.

I shake my head before I get to my car and cold start it, I drive off.

Im not smoking in the morning, fuck no.

Let's face little beast now, we'll see if she's still soft and tired than she was last night.

What am I saying? I know who I'm gonna face, little beast. Ludovica volkov.